4.18.2008

Late Flowering Lust by John Betjamin

My head is bald, my breath is bad
Unshaven is my chin,
I have not now the joys i had
When I was young in sin.

I run my fingers down your dress

With brandy-certain aim

And you respond to my caress

And maybe feel the same.


But I've a picture of my own

On this reunion night,
Wherein two skeletons are shewn
To hold each other tight;

Dark sockets look on emptiness

Which once was loving-eyed,

The mouth that opens for a kiss
Has got no tongue inside.

I cling to you inflamed with fear
As now you cling to me,

I feel how frail you are my dear

And wonder what will be--


A week? or twenty years remain?

And then--what kind of death?

A losing fight with frightful pain

Or a gasping fight for breath?


Too long we let our bodies cling,
We cannot hide disgust
At all the thoughts that in us spring

From this late-flowering lust.

4.17.2008

Trees Number Four

O Trees O Trees
How ist thou so wise?
With n’e’er a whisper
And you ain’t got no eyes.

O Trees O Trees
The calm thou bestow
Thine wrinkles tell none
Of wot thee must know

O Trees O Trees
I beg of thine, plix;
Excrete with yon leaves
Thou knowledge o’ sticks.

4.10.2008

exes

sexes with my exes
doesn't turn me on.
sexes with my exes
is proof i can be wrong.
sexes with my exes
is a moment long gone.

4.07.2008

Trying to Feel Alive

I run up the hill as fast as my legs can take me
my lungs burning and heaving
my ears pounding and hot with the stirred blood

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH I shout
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH
YAAAAARGH

I speed downwards immediately
stumbleing and exhausted
legs pumping stupidly and seperately
before slumping safely forward to my knees
I rock backwards before stretching out my legs.

I should feel better; I am trying to feel alive.

The tear i can barely feel in the corner of my eye
tells me it has not worked.
The numbness remains.

I am pleased I tried though,
that I made the effort is a comfort...

4.03.2008

Flares

Have you ever noticed how similar people look
When you skim through a seventies book
Have you ever noticed how the men
All have the same hair
And nearly everybody wears
Trousers with flares, trousers with flares, trousers with flares.